Given An Ziqi's current status, if she were to seriously pursue the matter, once it reached the media, the reputation of this establishment would be severely damaged. Which celebrity would dare to patronize this place for styling after such an event?
"Ziqi, how are you? Are you okay?" Tianxing hurriedly asked with concern.
She was blaming herself for not stopping that woman on time.
An Ziqi did not want Tianxing to worry, so she managed a smile and reassured her, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
She turned to the man who had stepped in earlier. With his blond hair, blue eyes, and an air of elegance, his presence was quite pleasant.
"Thank you for stepping in just now."
"It was nothing, no need for thanks," the man shrugged, speaking fluent Chinese.
"Your face has been scratched, it would be better to treat the wound as soon as possible."
An Ziqi touched her cheek and felt a burning pain. The woman's slap had been hard, probably swelling her face.
